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aunt_zelda) wrote2010-12-26 08:21 pm
aunt_zelda) wrote2010-12-26 08:21 pm
Bath Time: A blatant RPS Dayna/Lady Scarlett fic
Title: Bath Time
Rating: TV-15
Word Count: 747
Pairing: Dayna/Scarlett
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Persons depicted in this fanfiction are real and you should check out Scarlettopia and the Made of Fail podcast and subscribe and all that jazz because these ladies are made of awesomesauce.
Warnings: Um, this is RPS. Blatant RPS. Requested by the people themselves. It’s been such a meta process that your brain might asplode.
Summary: Lady Scarlett takes a bath with aid from her maidservant, Dayna.
A/N: I’d apologize, but they ASKED FOR IT. They asked for it and NAMED ME. And GIGGLED. And it’s DAYNA and LADY SCARLETT. The former has been unbelievably kind to me, and the latter could tell me to jump and I’d ask how high, so I’m caught between a rock and a sexy place. (This fic kicked my ass, I can’t think of a single fic that’s given me this much trouble.) This is mostly a Christmas present for Dayna, because she is awesome and really really nice to me, but we all know Scarlett's gonna see this eventually, so ... uh ... hi Scarlett? *waves and blushes*
Happy post-Christhaunkwansolstice week!
~*~
A bell rang. Dayna quickly smoothed down her uniform and carried the tray into the candlelit bathroom. Lady Scarlett was languishing in the bath, bubbles barely making the scene PG-13. The Lady smiled benevolently as her maidservant approached. “Merry Christmas, Dayna,” she said, taking the glass of champagne from the tray the other woman was holding out.
“Merry Christmas, my lady,” Dayna bobbed a curtsy with only the slightest hint of a sarcastic smirk. As Scarlett sipped from the glass Dayna drank in the sight of her lady: even in dim candlelight and partially submerged beneath a cloud of bubbles, Scarlett’s beauty was mesmerizing. Dayna’s gaze raked over her smooth skin, her supple arms, her slender neck …
“Is there something wrong, Dayna?”
Dayna shook herself. “Uh … n-no, my lady,” she stuttered, hurriedly holding out the tray again. “Chocolate?”
Scarlett smiled. “Sure. Just the one.”
Dayna set the tray on the floor and knelt down, selecting a single square from the box. Trying desperately to keep her hands from shaking, she proffered the chocolate to her lady.
“Closer,” Scarlett said, leaning forward and parting her lips ever so slightly.
Dayna moved closer, mouth dry and eyes wide as Scarlett bit into the chocolate, lips ghosting over Dayna’s fingers as she did so. When Scarlett took the second half of the chocolate she licked Dayna’s fingers clean, … very … slowly.
Dayna coughed awkwardly when Scarlett leaned back, releasing her fingers with a playful pop. “I’ll … I’ll be going, then –”
“No,” Scarlett put her hand on Dayna’s shoulder. “I’m so tired, Dayna, do you think you could scrub my back?”
After the initial shock abated, Dayna nodded. She didn’t trust herself to speak at the moment.
Scarlett sat up straight, gathering her auburn locks in her hands and pulling them forward, letting her hair cascade down over her breasts.
They spent the next several minutes in a silence broken only by the soft, wet sound of the sponge. It traveled up and down Scarlett’s back, across her shoulders, and against her neck while Dayna desperately tried to remember what breathing was like. Lady Scarlett, impossibly close and distractingly naked, seemed to be taking up those parts of her brain that controlled things like breath …
“You’re so beautiful, my lady.”
… and apparently logic, as well.
Scarlett smiled and half-glanced over her shoulder at her maidservant. “I know I am, Dayna.”
Dayna gulped. She’d finished scrubbing Scarlett’s back, she knew she should go, but speaking up had emboldened her. Throwing caution to the wind she set down the sponge and leaned forward, drawing aside the few curls that had managed to drape themselves back over Scarlett’s shoulder. Then, without hesitation or forethought, she kissed Scarlett’s neck.
After a brief moment of Dayna focusing on the fact that Scarlett smelled like vanilla and strawberries instead of the fact that she was kissing her mistress and was probably going to be fired oh god, Scarlett turned to face her.
“I’m –” sorry? I’m in love with you? Whatever Dayna had been about to say proved pointless, because now she wasn’t just kissing Scarlett’s shoulder, she was kissing Scarlett’s lips. Her lovely, luscious, cherry-flavored lips.
And now Scarlett’s fingers were in her hair and Dayna’s hands were tracing over the skin she’d just scrubbed clean moments ago, and the glass fell over and soaked Dayna’s knees with champagne but she didn’t mind because she was kissing her lady and her lady was kissing her in return.
When Scarlett drew away Dayna felt as though she’d just been pushed out into the cold from a sauna.
“You know, Dayna, there are certain spots you’ve missed.”
Dayna blinked.
“You couldn’t possibly reach from there, though.” Scarlett said, leaning back and keeping her eyes fixed on Dayna’s. “You’ll have to get into the bath with me.”
Dayna’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh!” she said, understanding at last. Quickly she began fumbling with the zipper to her dress, nearly squashing the box of chocolates in her haste to remove her clothing.
There was a great splash, followed by a series of smaller splashes and a good deal of giggling, and finally the bathwater subsided into a gentle rocking sensation, not unlike the rhythm of the ocean.
Later there would be clumsy attempts at drying each other off with towels and curling up in Scarlett’s huge canopied bed and kissing each other on Christmas morning, but right now it was time for a bath.
Rating: TV-15
Word Count: 747
Pairing: Dayna/Scarlett
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Persons depicted in this fanfiction are real and you should check out Scarlettopia and the Made of Fail podcast and subscribe and all that jazz because these ladies are made of awesomesauce.
Warnings: Um, this is RPS. Blatant RPS. Requested by the people themselves. It’s been such a meta process that your brain might asplode.
Summary: Lady Scarlett takes a bath with aid from her maidservant, Dayna.
A/N: I’d apologize, but they ASKED FOR IT. They asked for it and NAMED ME. And GIGGLED. And it’s DAYNA and LADY SCARLETT. The former has been unbelievably kind to me, and the latter could tell me to jump and I’d ask how high, so I’m caught between a rock and a sexy place. (This fic kicked my ass, I can’t think of a single fic that’s given me this much trouble.) This is mostly a Christmas present for Dayna, because she is awesome and really really nice to me, but we all know Scarlett's gonna see this eventually, so ... uh ... hi Scarlett? *waves and blushes*
Happy post-Christhaunkwansolstice week!
~*~
A bell rang. Dayna quickly smoothed down her uniform and carried the tray into the candlelit bathroom. Lady Scarlett was languishing in the bath, bubbles barely making the scene PG-13. The Lady smiled benevolently as her maidservant approached. “Merry Christmas, Dayna,” she said, taking the glass of champagne from the tray the other woman was holding out.
“Merry Christmas, my lady,” Dayna bobbed a curtsy with only the slightest hint of a sarcastic smirk. As Scarlett sipped from the glass Dayna drank in the sight of her lady: even in dim candlelight and partially submerged beneath a cloud of bubbles, Scarlett’s beauty was mesmerizing. Dayna’s gaze raked over her smooth skin, her supple arms, her slender neck …
“Is there something wrong, Dayna?”
Dayna shook herself. “Uh … n-no, my lady,” she stuttered, hurriedly holding out the tray again. “Chocolate?”
Scarlett smiled. “Sure. Just the one.”
Dayna set the tray on the floor and knelt down, selecting a single square from the box. Trying desperately to keep her hands from shaking, she proffered the chocolate to her lady.
“Closer,” Scarlett said, leaning forward and parting her lips ever so slightly.
Dayna moved closer, mouth dry and eyes wide as Scarlett bit into the chocolate, lips ghosting over Dayna’s fingers as she did so. When Scarlett took the second half of the chocolate she licked Dayna’s fingers clean, … very … slowly.
Dayna coughed awkwardly when Scarlett leaned back, releasing her fingers with a playful pop. “I’ll … I’ll be going, then –”
“No,” Scarlett put her hand on Dayna’s shoulder. “I’m so tired, Dayna, do you think you could scrub my back?”
After the initial shock abated, Dayna nodded. She didn’t trust herself to speak at the moment.
Scarlett sat up straight, gathering her auburn locks in her hands and pulling them forward, letting her hair cascade down over her breasts.
They spent the next several minutes in a silence broken only by the soft, wet sound of the sponge. It traveled up and down Scarlett’s back, across her shoulders, and against her neck while Dayna desperately tried to remember what breathing was like. Lady Scarlett, impossibly close and distractingly naked, seemed to be taking up those parts of her brain that controlled things like breath …
“You’re so beautiful, my lady.”
… and apparently logic, as well.
Scarlett smiled and half-glanced over her shoulder at her maidservant. “I know I am, Dayna.”
Dayna gulped. She’d finished scrubbing Scarlett’s back, she knew she should go, but speaking up had emboldened her. Throwing caution to the wind she set down the sponge and leaned forward, drawing aside the few curls that had managed to drape themselves back over Scarlett’s shoulder. Then, without hesitation or forethought, she kissed Scarlett’s neck.
After a brief moment of Dayna focusing on the fact that Scarlett smelled like vanilla and strawberries instead of the fact that she was kissing her mistress and was probably going to be fired oh god, Scarlett turned to face her.
“I’m –” sorry? I’m in love with you? Whatever Dayna had been about to say proved pointless, because now she wasn’t just kissing Scarlett’s shoulder, she was kissing Scarlett’s lips. Her lovely, luscious, cherry-flavored lips.
And now Scarlett’s fingers were in her hair and Dayna’s hands were tracing over the skin she’d just scrubbed clean moments ago, and the glass fell over and soaked Dayna’s knees with champagne but she didn’t mind because she was kissing her lady and her lady was kissing her in return.
When Scarlett drew away Dayna felt as though she’d just been pushed out into the cold from a sauna.
“You know, Dayna, there are certain spots you’ve missed.”
Dayna blinked.
“You couldn’t possibly reach from there, though.” Scarlett said, leaning back and keeping her eyes fixed on Dayna’s. “You’ll have to get into the bath with me.”
Dayna’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh!” she said, understanding at last. Quickly she began fumbling with the zipper to her dress, nearly squashing the box of chocolates in her haste to remove her clothing.
There was a great splash, followed by a series of smaller splashes and a good deal of giggling, and finally the bathwater subsided into a gentle rocking sensation, not unlike the rhythm of the ocean.
Later there would be clumsy attempts at drying each other off with towels and curling up in Scarlett’s huge canopied bed and kissing each other on Christmas morning, but right now it was time for a bath.